12-29-08| 12:22 am
It's all just a love story, isn't it? There is always something. Always something hurting, always something missing.
Sometimes there is something filling my heart so full I know it's shining out of my face. Sometimes I spend Christmas with the man I love and it is perfect because I love him and despite his inability to say it he loves me.
That's why there are so many songs and poems and movies. It's so complicated, loving.